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chapter four ꩜ peace and quietnow playing: come on eileen by dexys midnight runners
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺IT WAS FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL WHEN LYNN visited the Chungs' residence. The girl had been preparing mentally for the event right after she left Ms. Tyte classroom, and purposely forgot to tell her family about it to avoid any questions (mostly from Luna, whose sudden interest whenever Jules was mentioned was starting to get suspicious).
"Give me your phone," Jules asked two weeks ago as they walked out, hand extended out for the brunette to place her device. The halls were crowded as all the other kids finished their classes, and more than one was probably weirded out at their interaction knowing their backstory.
Lynn's eyes scanned Jules' hand decorated with femenine nail art and a bunch of homemade beaded bracelets, and then moved up to her face, mistaking the tiredness of her eyes as harsh desinterest. Lynn's brows furrowed slightly as she finished closing the classroom's door, backing down like Jules was holding her at gunpoint.
"Wash your hands first."
Jules sighed. "I'm gonna give you my number."
Another brow raise from the brunette forced Jules to bite back the urge to kick her. "I don't think we're on number terms."
"Will you collaborate?" the menace on her look had Lynn searching on her pockets, placing the phone on her hand and waiting as she typed. "I'm only giving it to you 'cause I know you'd forget the address."
"Not like I would've texted you otherwise," the athlete responded looking at the contact on her phone, but when she looked back up, Jules had already left.
The entire move about going to Jules' house wasn't exciting to Lynn at all. She wished she could just stay at home and do everything on her own rather than forcefully spend time with her nemesis (which was an awful lot coming from someone with zero academic drive like Lynn). Of course she was still mad, but to be honest, was Lynn ever not angry at Jules?
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touchdown ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚lynn loud jr
Fanfiction𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 twelve year old lynn loud would laugh if she knew what her fourteen year old self thought about jules chung